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 Jan 2016 Mike Essig
GaryFairy
I want to be all that you're seeing
when your broken heart stops beating
as the living leaves your being
I want to be there to see you bleeding

this dream is never fleeing
I can't seem to ease this seething
as your earthly being is leaving
I want to see you cease from breathing
 Jan 2016 Mike Essig
SassyJ
Fire burning, logs marching
A path daunting, ranting taunts
Chanting seamed Arabic hymns
Chargrilled silky toned offerings
The exquisite yurt tent warm
Enclosed in ethnic kaleidoscope
Bedouin tribal pneuma radiates
Tensed and cordially punted
Feral wild ones sociably awake
Reticent,drained in frail noises
Fainting in lapses, trailed to fail
Tidal noises permeates above all
Waved and enveloped in beats
A drummed goblet, strummed oud
Announcement of the lived life force
The tidal rhythmic music timed
All clapping and mesmerised
Drawn in dangerous curves
A continuum of introversion sorted
The ever censored extroversion summed
Content: A group of people gathered in a Bedoiun Yurt, a very colourfully decorated setting. The oud guitar and goblet drum was being played, meandering music.On a cold cold day all gathered by the burning fire to keep warm.
However, spending sometime with the Bedoiun Arabic tribe in the desert. I was fully drawn to their entertainment. All soaked and enjoying entertainment but still constrained by introversion. I guess the question I wanted to externalise is "the relativity of the introvert-extrovert continuum"....... Or am I just socially awkward?
 Jan 2016 Mike Essig
Gaffer
I definitely won't be inviting you into my bed
I definitely won’t be making love with you
I definitely, definitely, definitely
You make me smile
Brought me back
Put the light back into my life
Seems strange I had to go through the pain to meet you
Life is a paradox I suppose
Tonight I’ll make you a special meal
Nice bottle of wine
You’ll tell me outrageous stories
That can't possible be true
Well I hope they’re not true
I’ll laugh and cry
Say thanks a thousand times more than I should
You’ll say I’m ready
Time to fly
I know
It’s been a journey
Just one last thing to do
I definitely won't be inviting you into my bed
I definitely won’t be making love with you
In the morning I’ll whisper in your ear
I love you
Later on
I’ll rejoin the world.
 Jan 2016 Mike Essig
phil roberts
Those days are still around
Right there in the eyes
Small pieces of scripture
Spiritual desperation
Down all those long years gone
Gleaming
Needing
Seething
Spitting teeth and grieving
And a child still cries
In all the bleakest nights
Within the shell of an adult
Still cries, still cries
Still prays for someone kind
To stop the shaking
And wipe away the tears
To fill the belly
To count the injuries
And fill in the forms
But nothing ever -
Somehow never -
Helps

                By Phil Roberts
For Teresa....and the many thousands like her.
crossing the summit
snow sticking to the windshield
no sand, wheels slipping
Haiku
 Jan 2016 Mike Essig
Matt
Showed up
To dad's funeral
And here is what
I said,

"I'm just here to make sure
He's dead"
I was in a bad mood when I wrote this.  I try not to keep anger in my heart.  I try my best, but people make it difficult.
 Jan 2016 Mike Essig
Matt
Adasd
 Jan 2016 Mike Essig
A Lopez
How much
Longer must I
Live with
The
One
I dislike the most?
I dislike me
Though I can See beauty,
It's just hidden by my
Reflection of my
Younger girl
Ghost.
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